Oh, I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!

Oh, I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!

I wish I could go to the seaside and see all the seasidey sights.
The children, excited with bucket and spade.
The bold coloured beach huts lined up on parade.
The bright copper coins in the penny arcade,
A dazzling emporium of lights.

I really must go to the seaside and hear all the seasidey sounds.
The crashing of waves on the side of the pier.
The cries of the seagulls, so raucous and clear.
The shrieks from the funfair, of laughter and fear.
Whilst sailors sing sea shanty rounds.

I so want to go to the seaside and smell all the seasidey whiffs.
The salty sea air, in a mist of fine spray.
The pots and the nets freshly hauled from the bay.
The fish market selling its catch of the day
As the fishermen empty their skiffs.

I’m longing to go to the seaside and taste all the seasidey wares.
The fish and chips (wi’ bits on), a crisp, golden treat.
The pink candy floss …..doughnuts, sugary sweet.
The cold, chocolate ice cream that melts in the heat
And bags of those little fudge squares.

I’m desperate to go to the seaside and feel all that seasidey stuff.
The wriggling of toes in the soft squelchy sand.
The trickling of fine, sandy grains in my hand.
The pride and the joy with the local brass band.
One sing along’s never enough!

Oh, I do like to be by the seaside and so I must go where I’m bid.
The coastline of Yorkshire is beckoning me.
The wind in my hair and the call of the sea
From Captain Cook country, Staithes, Runswick, Whitby
Down to Scarborough, Filey and Brid.